Lyrics of Eason Chan's under Mount Fuji

The rain blocking the road is like snowflakes

Do you cry

I'll grind this windbreaker to a skirt for you

I'm not afraid of being transferred

How to always care

I want to drive you home today

Forgive me for not sending flowers

The wound should be scarred

Petals spread all over my heart, and I'm afraid

If you don't marry me

Each other will be cremated

It takes a price to wait for one day in one's life

Everyone has only those hands. It's hard for you to have them by embracing

How to accept loss first

Why is it a good thing to have wandered along the snow road

Who can ask for private ownership of Mount Fuji with love

Why not assume that the feeling of sadness comes from your fiction

It can't be found in the test tube to stain the eyes

Dust hardens like stone

I left it and ran away

It's not unusual for me to go around the street for a week

I'll be gone

Valentine's Day

I only dare to touch your hair

This gesture will make you even more sad

Stay in the car to keep warm

How to persuade

How can you scratch the wrist with pain

How old is it to live

Lovelorn only shorter

How many miles does it take to get home

Forget my grudge with you

The cherry blossoms bloomed a few times

A trip to Tokyo is a long way away

Everyone has only those hands. It's hard for you to have them by embracing

To have must first understand how to accept the loss

Why is it a good thing to have wandered along the snow road

Who can ask for private ownership of Mount Fuji with love

Why not assume that the feeling of sadness comes from your fiction

His eyes were not stained in the test tube

Dust hardens like stone

Leaving behind and running away

It's not unusual for me to go around the street for a week

I'll be gone

Everyone has only those hands

You can't have it by embracing

To have must first understand how to accept the loss

Once wandered along the snow road

Why do you cry for good

Who can ask for private ownership of Mount Fuji with love

Why not assume that the feeling of sadness comes from your fiction

His eyes were not stained in the test tube

Dust hardens like stone

I left it and ran away

I'm not rare

Walk around the street for a week

I'll be gone

You don't think it's enough

I'm going to wear this old style jacket

I'll send you to solve the curse